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13th March 2025

Price: £18.99

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Selected: Hardcover / ISBN-13: 9781472159359

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raw content is a work of dark, aching beauty’ Helen Jukes, author of Mother Animal

‘A stunning mix of horror and tenderness, love and despair. It’s rare to see such a raw and real account of early motherhood’ Kirsty Logan, author of The Unfamiliar: A Queer Motherhood Memoir

‘A brooding and bruising psychodrama about the anxieties of 21st century motherhood, that links the primal potency of the female body with the northern landscape’s elemental power’ Stu Hennigan, author of Ghost Signs


My childhood was a map marked with danger zones . . . Me and my sister were cared for. We were bathed and fed and clothed. But, as with many children, we couldn’t have told you if we were loved. Our experience of care came in the form of a warning’

Grace’s work requires her to be careful. She spends her days reading and editing legal case files, making sure the latest judgments are published as quickly and accurately as possible.

But outside of her work, Grace is not a careful person. Her father’s history as a police officer working across an infamous case shadows her life, as does the violent history entrenched across the Colne Valley landscape of her childhood, and her fears often surface as recklessness.

When Grace becomes unexpectedly pregnant, she tries to accommodate her boyfriend and the prospect of the baby in her life. But after the relief and strange joy of the birth, Grace starts to imagine all sorts of terrible injuries and deaths befalling her child. The steep stairs to her apartment, the kitchen scissors, a boiling kettle all suddenly hold visceral and overwhelming potential for disaster. The baby’s vulnerability terrifies her: fault-lines in her relationship begin to show, and her family history and repressed memories of violence break to the surface.

Tender, gripping and life-affirming, raw content tells the story of a woman grappling with a new form of love that feels like a disaster.

Reviews

Tom Benn, author of Oxblood
'raw content is contemporary fiction at its most welcoming and shattering. Barbed and brave . . . Booth produces fractals of regional and familial peril and paranoia. Yet this book remains generous, compassionate [and] so acutely observed'
Stu Hennigan, author of Ghost Signs
'A brooding and bruising psychodrama about the anxieties of 21st century motherhood, linking the primal potency of the female body with the bleak northern landscape's terrible beauty'
Abi Curtis, author of The Headland
'A luminous and visceral novel about new motherhood. Booth skillfully portrays a young woman's unravelling against the backdrop of a grittily beautiful Yorkshire landscape. No other novel has explored the terrifying and joyful transformations of parenthood with such dazzling power'
Helen Jukes, author of Mother Animal
'raw content is a work of dark, aching beauty. This is the side of new motherhood we're still learning to speak: violent, tender, clarified - and ringing with determination and love. No one writes about landscape and the body the way that Booth does, and no one captures the strange lines of connection that run between them with such visceral precision. Brimming with Booth's love of language and literature, and her irrevocable knack for revealing us to ourselves'
Kirsty Logan, author of The Unfamiliar: A Queer Motherhood Memoir
A stunning mix of horror and tenderness, love and despair. It's rare to see such a raw and real account of early motherhood
Stu Hennigan, author of Ghost Signs
A brooding and bruising psychodrama about the anxieties of 21st century motherhood, that links the primal potency of the female body with the northern landscape's elemental power
Kate Murray-Browne, author of One Girl Began
'An exquisite portrait of mental unravelling, with beauty amidst banality, darkness and chaos . . . Lightness, violence, comedy, brutality, tenderness - all are held in balance'